"She had pretty eyes but when she saw the dress I made for her, her eyes at first became moist and teary. The twinkle in her eye was all the thanks I wanted. She had worked hard to raise her children without a father. Now at the end of her days I took care of her.
She loved paisley designs. When I picked up the material to sew, I faithfully followed the pattern since I was not adept at sewing.
I laid her new dress onto her lap and watched the twinkle fade as she smiled and relaxed.
My mother was laid to rest that day in her new dress of paisley blues and reds." - A Nation © 2014 - fiction.